"Tell me, where did this bow come from?!"
A tenth of a second later, Lamborghini's enormous hooves had stomped on Yaksha's largest eye—its head.
The terrifying fluctuations of demonic power nearly left Yaksha Town hanging by a thread, on the verge of collapse.
It gritted its teeth, speaking one word at a time.
Its huge bovine eyes brimmed with killing intent, sharp as the frost wind of the twelfth lunar month.
Yaksha went limp at once. It had no way to resist, unable even to struggle.
"I'm asking you. Speak!"
Ma Fei was even quicker. The instant Lamborghini stomped Yaksha to the ground, he snatched the bow from its hand.
Lang Qing was a Saint Son-level figure of the Heavenly Wolf Clan.
In his early years, he had clashed with the Spirit-Slaying Army. Later, he joined the Spirit-Slaying Army and gradually took charge of intelligence gathering and reconnaissance, becoming the army's vanguard as well.
For decades, he had risen early and slept late, repeatedly rendering outstanding service to the spirit-slaying cause. He had already become a core figure of the Spirit-Slaying Army.
The intelligence and materials he provided were highly reliable, displaying exceptional methods and ability. He also maintained deep friendships with the leaders of every army division.
Yet twelve years ago, Lang Qing had suddenly vanished without warning.
Several of his subordinates had vanished along with him, leaving no trace or word behind.
It had been exactly twelve years.
Seven years ago, Qin He had ordered Ma Fei to find Lang Qing—living, he wanted to see the man; dead, he wanted to see the body.
Yet they had still found nothing. Across the vast Four Great Continents, it was like fishing for a needle in the sea.
It was easy for Lang Qing to find someone, but finding the